“The cost, in emotional turmoil, time, and money, which led to my father’s early death as a permanently mad exile in a foreign country when he saw that after such sacrificial efforts the Negroes of Chicago were as ghetto-locked and segregated as ever, does not seem to figure in their calculations.”34 The “right way” hadn’t yielded the necessary change. And so, she said, “we must now lie down in the streets, tie up traffic, do whatever we can—take to the hills with guns if necessary—and fight back. False people remark these days on our ‘bitterness.’ Why, of course, we are bitter.”35
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